Perverts 'R' Us

My Sister's a Pervert

By Anonymous (Hetero incest, Pedo, Impregnation)




I always knew my little sister was a pervert. Heck, so am I. I just never
realized just HOW perverted she was, until last week.

I had gone over to visit, and Suzy met me at the door, stark naked. I figured
something was up; and from the look of it, it was going to be my prick. I was
right. Suzy motioned for me to get undressed, before I got out of the entry
hall.

Well, this wasn't so bad; except for the giggles from my three nieces, as they
watched me struggle out of my clothes. They were used to being undressed, and my
sister's rules about "no clothes" didn't bother them. They could shrug out of
their short dresses and blouses in less time than it took me to remove my shoes.
Besides, they were younger, and didn't have the "problem" I did. Yeah, I had a
hard-on. Of course, the girls noticed too; making it even more difficult to
remove the last article of clothing. "Uncle Fred's got a hard-on," giggled
Marie. Being the eldest, she topped both her little sisters by over half a head.
Marie was the only one of the three kids that didn't resemble one of her
parents. To tell the truth, she looked more like me, than either Suzy or Mike;
almost as if I HAD succeeded in accomplishing the wet-dream that was the basis
for so many of my stories. Brown hair, and blue eyes; just like me. Long STRAIT
brown hair; in a cascade that reached halfway down her back. My fingers had
itched many times to run through that glorious hair. Just-developing titties
made delicious mouth-watering mounds in the front, while her hips had filled out
enough to make her look like an advertising man's dream. Wet-dream, that is. A
pert little nose, and a laughing mouth made her the unconscious star of almost
1/4 of the sex-stories I wrote. . . And that was fully dressed! Standing naked,
with her smooth skin, and pert little belly- button almost in my face, as I
tried to keep my eyes from staring at her developing womanhood. . . Well, what
can I say?

Looking at the other two girls was even worse. Lisa was obviously her father's
girl. Tousle-haired, and wild, the little brunette could always get her mother
to do anything; just by putting on the semi-serious face that imitated her
father. While she didn't have the developed bosom of her older sister, gentle
mounds on her chest suggested that it wouldn't be long before this little girl
was a woman too. Stripped bare, her hips had lost all the baby-fat, and only had
a hint of the woman to come. Still, with her flat little tummy, and pouting
little slit sticking out for me to see, she was a pedophile's wet dream. (And I
should know.)

If Lisa was a wet-dream to me, then what can I say about Jennifer? Jenny was the
spitting image of her mother at the same age. In fact, several times photographs
of the two had been mixed up, and we couldn't be sure WHICH one of the two they
were of, unless the picture had some indication of the age, or other people were
in the photo.

Jenny, like her two sisters, was a brunette, only HER hair was cut to shoulder
length, and had only a little curl in it. A pert nose, and two cupid lips made
her look so much like my sister, that sometimes I almost slipped, and called her
"Susan." Below that, was a perfect little-girl body. No hint of approaching
womanhood marred the illusion. If not for the indentation that marked her sex,
you would never know from the waist down, that she wasn't a boy. Still, her
laughing face, the very image of her mother, and the pouting cunny-lips left no
doubt that this was a girl. Especially to me. I had left more sperm squirting
into an unfeeling tissue than I care to contemplate; imagining that I was
squirting into this little girl's tight little hole. Of course, I had never even
HINTED this to her. (As I hinted before, I'm a pedophile. . . A lover of little
girls. . . That's lover; not child-molester. I was NOT going to seduce my little
niece, no matter HOW much she turned me on. I loved her too much to let her even
guess how I felt.)

My sister grinned at me, as all this rushed through my mind while getting
undressed; then turned to her three offspring. "Don't tease your uncle, girls,"
she said. "I'm going to be fixing dinner, so Marie, you take care of your uncle,
until I'm ready."

By this time, I was surrounded by three giggling, naked little girls; who didn't
seem to mind at all rubbing up against me, even if I DID have an erection that
wouldn't quit.

Taking her mother's instruction literally, the 13-year-old girl grabbed me by
the prick; led me up the stairs and over to where she pulled out the desk-chair;
and had me sit down on it. Then, only pausing momentarily to wet her pussy with
a little saliva, the pubescent teenager sat down on my lap, facing me, and slid
my prick home in her tight little snatch; while her little sisters looked on
with interest. I couldn't believe this was happening. I mean; you just DON'T go
over and visit your little sister, and end up fucking her daughter before you
are two minutes inside her doorway! Only I did.

Suzy glanced in from the kitchen, at her little girl whose tight little slit was
squeezing the heck out of my engorged prick; while her two younger kids
commented on how good it must feel, since my prick was stretching their big
sister's cunny, like their fingers never did. "Now you do it right," she
admonished Marie. "Your uncle has probably got a big load of sperm he needs to
squirt inside you, after being teased by those girls down at the office."

I don't know how she knew, but she was right. Even if I hadn't though, my little
niece's sucking young vagina would have made me squirt an enormous load anyway.
I had instinctively wrapped my arms around the little girl; driving my prick up
inside her to the root. After only a few strokes, I was ready to deliver my seed
into the sexy teenager's sucking young womb. It was only when I was about to do
just that; that reality of the situation hit me.

"Oh God, I can't," I said, realizing that if I uploaded the mass of cum I had
been working up all day long into my sexy little niece, that she would be
nursing our baby in less than a year. I mean, at 13 years old, the little girl
was probably as fertile as a turtle. Not that she seemed to mind; working her
tight little cunny on and off my prick as if she didn't have a care in the world
about getting pregnant. Up she would slide, until just the crown of my prick was
trapped in the sparse fur of her tight little slit, and then down, until my
prick was buried to the hilt in her tight little belly; leaking pre-cum and
probably even a little sperm into her eager young womb.

My sister took pity on me. If she hadn't, my head would have probably exploded,
from the effort of trying to keep from cumming, fighting with the need to blow
my seed all over the inside of her daughter's sucking young womb. I knew I
needed to pull out, but I just couldn't. It was killing me. "It's OK," she said,
poking her head out of the kitchen again, "you can cum in her. It's not as if
this was some big surprise to us, you know. I mean, she's been having periods
for over three years now. We've had PLENTY of time to be prepared."

"Oh," I said. Then: "OH!" as I finally got the message. Of course Suzy had the
kid on the pill by now. Why else would she be so unconcerned about me fucking
her daughter, the moment I walked in the door, and no condoms to be had. What a
relief!

"Oh. Here it comes, Honey," I warned Marie, wanting to give her one last chance
to object anyway. "I'm going to squirt my sperm right up inside that tight
little hole of yours, and fill your cute little tummy so full of cum, it'll be
coming out your ears." My sister had vanished back into the kitchen, but I still
heard her giggle at my remark.

Marie was too personally involved, to giggle; unlike her mother and two little
sisters. "Do it," she panted. "Do it. Cum in me. Please, Uncle Fred?" Her voice
grew ragged, and her movements on my prick grew erratic, as her orgasm finally
grew.

It was enough to get me off too. It wasn't exactly "simultaneous" but it was
close enough. My little niece was still squeezing wildly on my prick, when I
jammed it in to the root, and began squirting gob after gob of thick greasy
incestuous cum in the little girl's slit. Gob after gob; squirt after squirt. It
felt like I was emptying my whole body into the kid. God did it feel good to let
that load go. Right where it belonged too; into the welcoming young belly of a
little girl who seemed to like feeling me squirt my seed in her, almost as much
as I liked squirting it there.

It was only when I finished leaving the last sticky drops of sperm inside the
little girl, that I became aware of her father observing the two of us
shuddering our way through the last of our respective climaxes, while we
clutched each other so close it was almost like we were one person. "Oh shit!" I
thought. I was dead. No way would her father believe it wasn't me who had
seduced his little girl. No matter WHAT I said. I wondered what prison was going
to feel like, as I waited for the explosion.

"When you two are done fucking, you'd better both wash up," commented Mike,
before walking past me to join his wife in the kitchen. "You two kids had better
go first, while your big sister and uncle recover."

"Yes Daddy." With squeals, the two younger children headed down to the bathroom
to get ready for dinner, in a semi-fight to be first; now that the "interesting"
stuff going on between their uncle and big sister seemed to be finished. It was
like stepping on a step that wasn't there.

Groaning, my niece and I slowly extricated ourselves from each other. For all
the sperm I had ejaculated inside her, it was amazing how little came running
out. She must be incredibly tight inside. I grinned, as I remembered just how
tight she had felt around my prick. At least, she hadn't been a virgin. At
least, I didn't THINK she had been a virgin. There had certainly been no blood,
and no yelps of pain from Marie.

While musing on this, Marie and I had gone to the bathroom; chased out her two
siblings; and cleaned up enough to be presentable for dinner. All the time, we
remained so close together it was almost as if we were glued-together at the
hips. We felt SO close. There's something incredibly friendly about having had
sex with somebody. While before, Marie and I had gotten along about as well as
an uncle and niece could, this was different. Even if we never did it again, the
two of us would always be closer than ever before because of what we had just
shared with each other.

I found myself grinning, and the grin grew even bigger, when I saw Marie copying
me. Like a couple of blooming idiots, we went in to have supper. If her father
was going to let me have it later, then it had been worth it. Somehow after
dinner, I found myself sitting on the couch watching TV, with Marie's two
younger sisters, while the older girl had retired to her room to do some
schoolwork; not being the slightest bit embarrassed when she got up from the
table, and a thick liquid dribbled out of her cunny; running in an obscene drool
down her leg.

Marie gave me a big open-mouthed kiss, right in front of her father; said,
"Thanks, Uncle Fred," and left. The smell of fresh cum from her dribbling snatch
was unmistakable.

I found myself being escorted to the living-room by two giggling little girls,
where to my embarrassment, they both sat on either side of me; each with a hand
wrapped around my once- again erect prick. Lisa had her hand gripping the lower
part, while her little sister's friendly fingers kept the head excited.

My little sister had cuddled up in her husband's lap in the big chair, and for
the most part they both ignored the giggles coming from the two little girls so
obscenely engrossed in playing with their uncle's prick. I couldn't believe it.

Eventually however, I started to relax, as it became obvious that neither parent
minded the obscene by-play going on between their daughters and the little
girls' uncle.

I don't know what shows were on TV that night. All I was aware of, was two sexy
little hands stroking my erection, until pre-cum started drooling out the tip,
and Lisa began smearing it over the head; bringing an "Oooh," of delight from
me.

My little sister looked over at me; grinned; and returned to snuggling her butt
down against my brother-in-law's swelling penis. Neither one seemed to care that
their little girls could see their father's prick pushing up against the furry
snatch of their own mother, before the tip vanished inside her.

By this time, my prick was drooling rivers of pre-cum, and both Lisa and
Jennifer were smoothing it all over; threatening to bring me off with their bare
hands. I found myself scrunching down in the seat; slipping a finger in each of
the little girls tight little cunnies in gratitude. I wasn't really frigging
them; just tickling their little clits, and getting my fingers sticky in the
slick wetness that flooded in response. At Lisa's squeal of delight, my sister
looked over at where I was sitting in the most compromising of positions; with
two little girls stroking my dribbling prick, while the index finger of each
hand was stroking the swollen clit of each of her two youngest daughters. I
blushed red in embarrassment, but couldn't bring myself to stop. After all, Suzy
had started the whole thing the moment I had arrived, and hadn't objected to her
daughters' sex-play yet.

"Don't tease the girls, Fred," said Suzy.

"Huh?" I yanked my fingers from between the little girls' thighs; bringing more
squeals from them; of disappointment this time. Obviously, I was doing something
wrong. Either my sister was annoyed at me for playing with her daughters' holes,
or she wanted something else. Surely she didn't expect me to FUCK the kids, did
she?

"Don't STOP," said Suzy; in exasperation. "If you're going to frig the girls,
then at least do it right, and stick your finger up inside them, so they can get
off too."

Oh. I didn't really believe it, but that didn't stop me. I forced a thick finger
up in each of the two little girls; bring another squeal of delight from both of
them. I just hoped I didn't wake up too soon from this wet-dream. I also hoped
that I could hide the obscene thoughts I would forever have about my cute little
nieces from my little sister; so she didn't ban me from her house forever, as a
child-molesting pervert. Well, I WAS a pedophile, and my little sister knew that
already, but playing sexy-feely with her two youngest daughters, after fucking
the older one; leaving great gobs of incestuous seed in the child's womb, with
her own mother's permission yet, just HAD to be a wet-dream. No WAY, could this
be real.

Only it was. The feel of two tight little sleeves squeezing on my fingers as I
slowly slid them into the giggling little girls was too thrillingly sexy for
even a wet-dream. Suddenly my prick was no longer drooling pre-cum, but thick
white gobs of the real thing were oozing out the tip in spite of my straining
efforts to hold it back. By now I had a thick finger buried to the hilt in
Lisa's 11-year-old little slit, while the other was surrounded by the even
tighter tunnel of her 10-year-old little sister. A second big curd of thick
white formed at the tip of my prick. The girls had smeared the first big gob up
and down my prick; making it feel incredibly good, as their slick little fingers
stroked and tickled.

I let the little girls do what they wanted; closing my eyes, and enjoying the
feel of a clasping little hole around each big finger, while my prick oozed yet
another big drop of sperm from the end. I hated to waste it, but the two little
girls gave me no choice. Besides, it felt too good to stop. I relaxed; not
caring WHAT the little girls did any more; as long as I kept a finger in each
one of them, and they didn't let go of my prick, that is. Only it turned out
that I DID care. I felt something warm and wet surround the head of my penis,
just as another gob came squirting out this time. "Mmmm. . . It tastes GOOD,"
said Lisa; removing her mouth from my suddenly spewing prick, to let her little
sister have a taste. "You try it." I watched in shock, as Jennifer did; placing
her mouth over the tip of my swollen prick; just in time to catch yet another
thick squirt in HER mouth.

Only Jenny didn't stop once she got one squirt like her big sister had. The
little 10-year-old started sucking like a baby on my prick; stripping each
squirt out with her tongue; while her tiny little cunny went into spasms around
my invading finger. The little girl was actually getting OFF on having me cum in
her mouth! I looked up to meet my sister's gaze, as she proudly watched her
little girl sucking her brother off like an experienced whore. I could see
shocks running through her body; as the stimulation of seeing her little girl
give her big brother a blow-job made her cunny strip her husband's prick of HIS
thick sticky sperm.

Yes, my sister was actually fucking Mike by this time; not caring that her two
little girls could see his thick prick sliding in and out of her furry little
snatch. Well, if she didn't mind the little girls giving their uncle a blow-job,
then why should I be surprised that she didn't mind them seeing their parents
making love? I relaxed, and let the last of my seed flow into the mouth of the
incredible young girl. Jennifer only stopped when Lisa poked her, so she could
finish the job.

The two little girls took turns lapping up every drop of cum from my prick,
until it was limp and shriveled.

"Thanks, Uncle Fred," said Lisa; wriggling her sopping-wet cunny back at my big
finger. Somehow the older girl had also managed an orgasm, while I had been
distracted by her little sister. Both girls pushed back at me one last time;
forcing my thick fingers to the hilt in each of their now sloppy-wet little
slits, before turning to kiss me, now that their pussies were satisfied.

THEY were thanking ME? "Thank YOU," I started, before my mouth was covered with
Jenny's. The little girl had obviously been told something about french-kissing,
but equally obviously had never done it before. Still, she learned fast. Before
a minute was up, I was sorry I had already blown a wad in the little girl's
mouth, as I wanted to do it again, and my prick wouldn't respond! The slippery
taste of my own semen in the little girl's mouth was more a turn-on at knowing
she liked it enough to take it and not spit it out, than a turn-off at tasting
my own cum.

After a bit, her older sister got impatient, and wanted her "turn." Lisa was
more experienced at kissing than her younger sister, but the younger girl's
enthusiasm and innocence almost made up the difference. . . Almost.

The 11-year-old was so good, I actually felt stirrings again in my crotch. By
the time we finished practicing kissing, and I showed each of the little girls a
few tricks of my own, it was almost bedtime.

My sister sent the little girls off to bed, and invited me into the kitchen for
a cup of coffee with her husband, before we went to bed also. "Now get to bed,
you three," instructed Suzy. "Your uncle will be in to join you in about half an
hour or so."

"Yes, Momma," chorused the three sweet voices of the little girls. The little
girls all gave me "thank-you" hugs, before scampering off to the room they
shared with their big sister.

I had almost choked on my coffee, when my little sister implied that I was to
sleep in the same bedroom with her daughters. All three of them naked underneath
the sheets, and only two beds. I knew that none of the beds were big enough for
all three girls; being twin-bunk-beds.

After recovering from coffee up my nose, and the incredibly sexy feel of three
little naked girls rubbing their sexy young bodies against mine, I finally
managed to choke, "You mean you really want me to sleep in their bedroom with
them?" Even after fucking one of the girls, and getting the best blow-job of my
life from the other two, I still couldn't believe that my own sister would turn
me loose in her little girls' bedroom to crawl in bed naked with one of her
daughters. I mean, what if I. . .

No. . . I couldn't. I've long known I'm a pedophile (by that, I mean I'm
sexually turned-on by young girls.) but I am a TRUE pedophile, a "child-lover"
not a child-molester. Or at least I hadn't been a child-molester, until tonight.

In any case, I could no more hurt those little girls in the other room, than I
could cut off my own arm with a dull butter- knife. I loved them too much. I
already felt guilty about what I HAD done with the kids. The only thing saving
my sanity, was the fact that the usual thing that hurt little girls the most,
from having sex with an older man, hadn't happened, and very much looked like it
never would. The "worst" thing I am talking about, is the reactions most parents
would have if they ever learned their little girls were having sex with an older
man. . . you know the sort of thing I'm talking about. . . Yelling, screaming,
wild accusations, shame, put-downs, calling the little girls, "sluts," if they
enjoyed it, and rape-victims if it was anything less than full participation on
their part. At the very LEAST, the children would see their lover taken away,
and even if he (or she) didn't end up in jail, they would never see him again.
Sometimes THAT could be the worst pain of all.

None of these things seemed to be happening here. In fact, my slutty little
sister seemed to be PROUD of her little girls for doing such a good job of
seducing their own uncle. Not that I'm all THAT hard for a little girl to
seduce; at least, if I know her parents don't mind.

That's STILL the part I found hard to believe; but my sexy little sister's next
words just confused me even more.

"Well," she said; with a twinkle in her eye, "you don't HAVE to, if you don't
want to. I mean, Mike and I COULD make up the couch, and you could sleep out
here. We just thought you might PREFER sleeping with the girls." I almost choked
on my coffee all over again.

"You KNOW what I want to do," I accused my little sister.

"Uhuh," she giggled. "We've read enough of your stories."

"Then why? . . ." I just couldn't understand.

"Poor Fred," giggled Suzy; coming over to stand beside me. The sexy smell of my
little sister's body was enough to give me a hard-on, even after all the abuse
my cock had received that night. Suzy always DID get me hard, and she knows it.
Maybe that's the reason I'm a pedophile; still dreaming of sneaking down to my
little sister's bedroom, and "showing her the facts of life." Of course, I never
had; but sometimes I wish. . .

"Poor boy," repeated Suzy, "He's dreamed all his life about having a little girl
to fuck; who wants him to fuck her, just as much as he does. Now he's got three
of them waiting for his big prick in the other room, and my big brother gets an
attack of conscience. I feel SOOOO sorry for you."

My sister's tits were dangling in front of my face, and I couldn't resist.
Sticking out my tongue, I licked on an erect nipple, then sucked the plump mound
into my mouth. The smell of my little sister was driving me wild. Somehow I no
longer cared that her husband was watching; as Suzy shoved her mammary gland in
my face; allowing me free reign to suck, as she stroked my hair.

"Mmmmmm," she said, offering me the other nipple to suck on, "That feels good.
But I'm not the one you should be doing this to. There's three horny girls
waiting in the other room for this kind of service. . . Don't you think you'd
better go take care of them first?"

First? This was the first time my little sister had EVER even intimated that she
would welcome my advances. Now she was hinting that I would be welcome to. . .
to. . . to. . . whatever, AFTER I took care of her little girls?!

Somehow I managed to remove my face from my little sister's beautiful breasts. I
looked over at her husband, and looked at him inquiringly. I LIKE Mike. No way
was I going to spoil our relationship, no mater HOW long I've dreamed about
getting in my little sister's cute little panties. Mike looked at me, and
shrugged. Whether he liked the idea or not, I knew my brother-in-law would not
be angry if I took my little sister up on either offer, or both.

"Why me?" I croaked; looking pointedly at Mike. After all, if my little sister
wanted her little girls fucked, she already had one handsome male in the house.

Yeah, handsome. Mike was probably three times as good- looking as I was, and had
a personality to match. No wonder my little sister fell for him like a ton of
bricks; chasing him halfway across the country when he was in the service.

"Mike doesn't like little girls," explained Suzy; snuggling into her husband's
caress, while somehow managing to hold out a delicious boob for me to suckle on.
"He likes mature women. . . With furry cunts, and bountiful bosoms," she added,
showing me the other one, to demonstrate. "Besides, he's scared he might hurt
the kids, if their own father came on to them. . . So we chose you, when we
found out the girls were going to have sex, whether we wanted them to or not."

"Why me?" I repeated; barely pausing long enough to ask.

"Because we know you're a pedophile," explained my little sister.

That startled me. She COULDN'T mean that. "Huh?" I asked; looking her straight
in the face. Of all the cockeyed reasons. . . Most people would be throwing me
out of the house, if they knew I was a pedophile. They CERTAINLY wouldn't be
turning me loose on their 10, 11, and 13-year-old little girls!

"Fred, Fred," chided Suzy. "Mike and I have read ALL your stories." "All of
them, I croaked; remembering "The Raping of Debra." If she'd read THAT story,
it's a wonder she allowed me on the same BLOCK with her children, let alone in
the same house with them.

"ALL of them," emphasized Suzy; looking me straight in the eye. Oh shit! "Even
'Raping Debra' was a love-story," she said confirming my fears. "You make it
plain in ALL your stories, that you LOVE little girls, and would do anything to
keep from hurting them. . . So who else would make a better choice, than a man
who'd go to any lengths to ensure that they don't get hurt?" Suzy looked at me,
as if expecting me to deny it.

What could I say? I wrote myself into my stories.

That's why, previous to this, I had never even HINTED how much my sister's
little girls turned me on. . . Just like I never had told Suzy, when she was
young.

My sister looked at me somewhat sadly. "Besides," she said, "if you were able
all these years to keep your feelings for ME a secret; not wanting to force me
into a relationship I wasn't ready for; then I think I can trust you with the
affections of my little girls, who ARE ready for it." "Oh," I said, dumbfounded.
Obviously, reading between the lines, my sister had figured out the crush I had
on her all these year. . . And she wasn't mad!

"Now you'd better get to bed," said Suzy; ushering my unresisting body down the
hall to where her little girls were waiting. "And Fred?"

"Huh?" I asked, wondering what I could say, if she decided NOT to let me
continue into the girls' bedroom.

"You know, you MIGHT have just asked me," she said, before turning to follow
Mike into the other bedroom. Oh shit! When I thought of all those lost years. .
.

I forcibly reminded myself that if I didn't get moving, there was going to be
another whole SET of things I would be regretting years from now. Three of them,
to be exact.

It had been over an hour, that we had been discussing things in the kitchen. The
only one still awake, was Marie. The two younger kids had obviously wanted to
wait, but had fell asleep leaning against each other sitting up in bed, I smiled
at my eldest niece, and together we slid the two little angels down under the
covers, so they could be more comfortable. The feel of the little girls' skin
against my hand was so sexy, I had to fight to keep from leaking cum all over
the bed, while tucking them in. My touch must have partly waken Jennifer.

"G'night, Uncle Fred," she said sleepily; clasping my hand to her front, while
snuggling down into the covers. I was almost tempted to crawl in with her,
instead of her big sister. The feel of the two little bumps on the child's chest
was SO erotic. Still, three things made me decide, "No." First, she was too
sleepy to really appreciate it.

Second, she was too young. I mean, 13 years old is bad enough, but 10? Third,
and most important, her 13-year-old sister was still wide awake, and waiting for
me to slide into bed with her. After tucking in the two younger girls, and
whispering "Good-night," in their ears, I did it. Uhuh. I crawled into bed naked
with my own 13-year-old niece, who was equally naked. And if you think we just
slept. . . Heh, heh.

I wanted to try something that had been a fantasy of mine for years. . . Only no
woman I had ever met had ever gone for it. Not that I ever HAD all that many
women. A bachelor's life is NOT a steady stream of sexy women parading in and
out the door, like some people seem to think. At least MINE hadn't been. The
best I had ever done, was dating a girl for three weeks, before she dropped me
for a creep who beat her up about three times a day. Makes you kind of wonder
what some women really want, doesn't it? Somehow I could never treat a woman
like that. The REAL trouble seemed to be that all the NICE women, (like my
little sister,) were already married. . . Damn. Anyway, I had always dreamed of
spending the night with my prick tucked up inside a little girl. . . Not fucking
her, mind you; just inside her; maybe leaking a little cum, but mainly just
feeling the pleasure of being joined. Some of my stories had been about this,
but I had never been able to really try it. To my surprise, Marie liked the
idea. So, I snuggled up to Marie, and slipped my prick up inside her.

Surprisingly, she was still wet and slippery from my cumming inside her earlier,
Marie must have been carrying my seed in her tight little snatch all evening
long. I almost gave her another healthy squirt, just at the thought. Wow! A girl
who LIKED the feel of my sperm soaking in her womb. Most of the women I had
fucked before, couldn't wait to douche afterwards. Come to think of it, neither
of Marie's two sisters had left for the bathroom after swallowing my sperm,
there in the living-room. Wow!

The thought, coupled with my sexy niece's quietly squeezing young vagina milking
on my prick, got the best of me. "Oh shit! I'm. . .," I groaned, as I jammed my
squirting prick to the hilt in my niece's belly.

"It's OK," whispered Marie; trying to keep from waking her little sisters up, "I
don't mind. You can squirt me as much as you want to."

The thought that the little girl, "didn't mind" feeling me squirt my seed in her
welcoming young belly was the last straw. )From a feeble spurt, my orgasm grew
into a frantic spasm as I ejaculated rope after big slippery rope of incestuous
sperm in the little girl's tight little tunnel. Ooooh! Did that feel good!

Surprisingly, Marie seemed to like it just as much as I did; murmuring, "Cum in
me. . . Cum in me," under her breath; while her slick little sleeve milked and
squeezed on my spewing prick. "Oh God, that feels good," she crooned in my ear,
as my frantic efforts to breed her slowed down to just a trickle of cum leaking
into her sexy little belly. "Thanks. Uncle Fred." Once again, I was astounded.
SHE was thanking ME?

"Thank YOU," I responded; barely able to get the words out. I was exhausted.

When my prick finally shrunk and slipped out, it was followed by a flood of warm
sticky cum. This time Marie's tight little cunny wasn't able to hold all the
sperm I had squirted inside her, along with the load I had left there
previously.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but if I don't wipe up, we'll make a big mess on
the bed, and Momma will make me clean it up."

I told my cute little niece not to worry, and just get back as soon as she
could.

Marie apologized again, telling me that she "Hated to waste it," but she had to
go clean up before things got worse. Damn, she looked sexy, there in the
half-light of the night-light, with clear streaks of sex drooling down both
legs; one big streak running almost to her ankles. MY cum, in such a pretty
girl. God, what a turn-on. I was almost getting another hard-on, at the very
thought.

It must have taken longer than I figured. . . Maybe Marie took a shower too, or
maybe something else. In any case, the let-down after having sex three times in
one night, after having gone without for almost a year, was too much. I fell
asleep.

When I awoke for a minute an hour or two later, Marie was already back in bed,
the night-light was out, and all three girls were sleeping peacefully. I tucked
my half-erect prick up between the little girl's legs, and went back to sleep
myself. Maybe some other time I could try that trick of sleeping with my prick
inside a girl.

At about 4:20 in the morning, I woke up. Funny, even without an alarm-clock, I
still wake up at the same time as I usually do to go to work.

I slipped out of bed, took a pee to keep it from bothering me, and slipped back
in bed with the sexy little girl. After all, Today I didn't HAVE to go to work.
. . Not that my boss would mind if I did.

Marie instinctively pushed her cute little butt back at me, as I slid in behind
her. Perhaps I COULD realize my fantasy about having my prick in a sleeping
little girl. Only it wouldn't go in.

All the cum I had squirted inside her must have dried out, and she had cleaned
up a little too well. I had to use a little saliva to wet my prick, before it
oozed enough pre-cum to be slippery enough to slide inside her. Even then, it
was incredibly tight. Marie whimpered a bit in her sleep, but didn't wake. I
slid my prick in and out a couple of time; getting it wet on her secretions,
before pushing it all the way home. "Ow!" said Lisa; sitting up in bed; almost
pulling my prick completely out of her.

Oh shit! The girls had swapped in the night, and I had just taken my 11-year-old
niece's virginity.

"Ha!" snickered Marie from the other bed, "I thought YOU were going to surprise
HIM." Well, she sure had.

Once the damage was done, Lisa wanted me to fuck her, "Just like her big sister,
so she could feel what it was like."

Thank God she didn't add that line, "to make a baby," that had been part of so
many of my sex-stories. As it was, I must have pulsed the little girl's womb
full of what felt like 50 gallons of baby-juice. I DID maintain barely enough
sanity to ask Lisa if it was OK to cum in her, before doing it though. "it's OK,
Uncle Fred," she responded, "you can come in me."

I was already letting her have it, when I was barely aware of her finishing the
sentence. "My period was about a week ago." Oh shit. It was too late. Anyway,
the little girl SAID it was safe.

Yeah, sure. Safe, like a lit firecracker. While her big sister might be on the
pill, from their mother's reassurance; at 11, I knew Lisa probably wasn't. And
as for her timing of her period, that was almost as bad. True, the chances
weren't as bad as if it was a week later. . . That didn't mean she was safe. Far
from it, in fact. Still, I couldn't stop now, and it wouldn't have done any good
anyway. I had already left enough pregnancy-juice in the little girl's belly to
knock up a whole squad of girls like her, so I might as well enjoy squirting the
rest inside her. I did. Much to my shame, I enjoyed it very much.

Surprisingly, so did Lisa. Feeling me pissing my sperm in her tight little cunny
wasn't quite enough to "get her off", but she did enjoy it, and she let me know
it too; with moans and "oooh's" of satisfaction each time she felt my prick
bulge, and another thick squirt of cream would spit into the child's tight
little slit. God that felt good!

I had always dreamed of fucking a 12-year-old girl, or even one younger, but had
never expected to have the chance. Fucking Marie had been like a wet-dream come
true, as she wasn't that much older than my fantasies. Now, to have an
11-year-old girl's tight little cunny squeezing the sperm out of my prick, while
she tells me it's "OK" to cum inside her. . . I felt like I had died, and gone
to heaven-for-perverts. I might regret this later, but Lisa didn't seem to
regret it, so for now I would just enjoy.

To repeat: "Damn, that felt good."

"Wow!" said Jennifer. "I can't wait 'til it's my turn."

Oh shit. Her turn? Well, I guess I should have expected it. I hadn't known that
Jenny was even awake, so her comment caught me by surprise. Spasming her
year-older sister's tight little sleeve full of baby-making cum was incredibly
sexy. Having the cute little 10-year-old watch me do it, and knowing she
expected me to "do" her too, was something else.

As I've said before, little girls turn me on. Most particularly little girls in
the range from 10 to 14 years old. . . Right on the breaking edge of puberty.
They're so unselfconsciously sexy; their bodies have developed enough that they
CAN get pregnant (a real turn-on for me) but it's still pretty safe to squirt
inside them; and they are old enough that even the 10-year-olds can still take a
full-grown cock up in their tight little slits without tearing. (The thought of
even accidentally causing a little girl pain, is enough to make me lose an
otherwise proud erection.) That's why my wet-dreams had all revolved around a
little girl in that age-range, who wanted me, (as her
big-brother/father/grandfather/uncle) to fuck her and cum in her, without
worrying about whether or not she got pregnant. Now, to have THREE little girls,
in the prime range of my sexual fantasies sounding like cast-members of one of
my sex- stories, was too much. Ignoring the danger, my prick expanded in Lisa's
cunny, and I blew yet another load of thick sticky cum up against the pre-
teen's sucking young womb.

By this time, Marie had joined her little sister in watching me impregnate their
sibling. Since both girls seemed to want to watch, I decided to "go with the
flow" and let them. I lifted Lisa's leg, so both girls could watch me sliding
into their sister from behind, and they could both could see each bulge of my
prick as yet another thick wad of incestuous cum was forced into the little
girl's belly. Finally we stopped, with the last sticky drops of my seed slowly
oozing into the pubescent 11-year-old's sucking young slit. Lisa had her leg
draped over mine, so both of her sisters could have a good view of our sexual
joining.

By now I had figured things out. I had been set up; and by my own little pervert
of a sister. This scenario was just TOO much like so many stories I had written.

So, it was with no surprise, that I heard little Jenny say, "That was AWESOME,
Uncle Fred. . . C'n I go next? Please?"

I resolved that I HAD to talk to my little sister. . . Later. I was NOT going to
barge into her bedroom at 5:00 in the morning, and wake her up; accusing her of
who knows what. Besides, Suzy seemed to WANT me to fuck her little girls; the
girls themselves seemed to want me to; and for sure I did too. The only person
who might have raised an objection, was Mike; and he hadn't. If I passed up this
chance, I would be kicking myself the rest of my life. Even if it landed me in
jail, the chance to fuck not one, but THREE pre-pubescent little girls would be
worth it.

Even if I accidentally got one pregnant. Hmmm. I wondered if my little sister
had set me up there, as well.

I couldn't resist testing the premise.

"Ooooh!" I said; sliding my half-hard prick out of Lisa's clasping little
sleeve. My white-streaked prick, and her cum- oozing little slit just emphasized
the risk we had been taking.

"I don't know, Honey," I warned Jenny. "If I cum inside you, it could be
dangerous. . . I don't want to knock you up by accident."

"It's OK, Uncle Fred," soothed Jenny; looking in awe at the swollen member
dripping her uncle's dangerous seed, "You can cum in ME, as much as you want to.
. . I don't mind."

I KNEW it! If the little girl hadn't added that "I don't mind" part, I might
have figured she was just too young to get pregnant. Her qualifying the
statement just made me sure she could.

"Oh?" I asked. "You're sure?" I couldn't believe it; but my prick sure did! Even
after filling one little niece's tight little cunny full of baby-juice, the very
thought that an even younger one wanted me to plant a baby in HER tummy was
getting me hard all over again. I NEVER was able to get it up this fast; but my
horny nieces had found a way to do it.

"Uhuh," said Jenny; squirming around to lie on her back, legs-spread, so I could
press my cum-dribbling prick up against her equally slippery little hole. "Momma
says it's OK; as long as WE want to. Please, Uncle Fred?" "You WANT me to get
you pregnant?" I asked.

Both older girls looked at each other with startled looks on their faces. AHA! I
KNEW it! Still, if you think I stopped, you don't know how I think very well.
Obviously, all three girls were in on this. Equally obvious, they WANTED this;
and so did their parents. . . Or, at least their mother did.

Sneaking a baby into a little girl's belly, when she didn't know I was doing it,
had been one of the main plots of many of my stories. Almost as often, had been
the plot where a little girl got her father, grandfather, or yes, even uncle, to
knock her up, when HE didn't know he was doing it. Obviously, my slut of a
sister had been reading too many of my stories! Jenny was too involved in
feeling my prick splitting her cunny-lips to notice she was giving things away.
"Uhuh," she said, "Please, Uncle Fred. I'm not too little. . . Really! Momma
says she plans on having at least three kids by you, now that we can afford it,
and while Marie and Lisa aren't sure they want that many, I do. Please, Uncle
Fred," she repeated. As I said before, Jenny was the one that looked the most
like my little sister, except for the fact that my sister now had breasts and a
furry snatch, and well-rounded hips. The face, the look, even the voice were all
Suzy. Sliding my prick into the little girl's hole was just like my all-time
fantasy of slipping into my little sister's bedroom so many years ago, when she
was 10, and I was an oversexed boy of 14, and teaching my little sister what the
hole between her legs was meant for. I slammed my prick to the root in my little
sister's belly.

Only this WASN'T my 10-year-old little sister and I wasn't her 15-year-old
brother. It was Suzy's 10-year-old daughter and I was her uncle; well-past old
enough to know better.

"Aaauuugh!" She screeched. I felt an incredibly tight ring slide down my prick,
as it slid all the way up inside the little girl. "Ouch, that hurt," she added,
almost conversationally.

"Oooh! I'm sorry, Suzy, I couldn't help myself," I said; lost in the fantasy of
finally fucking my little sister.

"It's OK, Big Brother," said Jenny. Obviously she KNEW what I was thinking. "Now
fuck me, and cum in me, so I can feel my handsome big brother's baby growing
inside me. Your little sister wants to learn how to make a baby." For all the
fantasies I'd had about fucking my little sister, none of them had me squirting
her sexy little tummy full of incestuous sperm not two minutes after I got my
prick inside her. Jenny's acting as surrogate for her mother was too convincing
however. Every fantasy I ever had about fucking my little sister; cumming in
her; knocking her up; her begging me to "teach her how to make a baby;" and EVEN
the fantasy of having two MORE sisters waiting, watching as I did so for their
turn, was "cumming" true. I could no more have held off cumming in my niece,
than I could have stopped a freight-train with my bare hands.

My prick had already been leaking sperm from cumming in her 11-year-old sister.
This was more than just a leak though. I squirted again; almost as hard as I had
just done in Lisa. Then again! Still a third time. It seemed to go on and on,
until my groin ached with dry heaves, as I tried to plant more sperm that I
didn't have in the little girl's belly. Over and over, until my balls ached, and
I still didn't stop. I couldn't. I don't know how long it would have continued,
with me blindly jamming my prick into my (little sister?) if the little girl
hadn't eased me by hugging me close, and wrapping her arms and legs around me,
so I couldn't thrust any more. "It's OK, Big Brother," Jenny soothed me; still
playing the fantasy. "You can make as many babies in me, as you want to. . . I
don't mind."

"Uh, Jenny," I said; slowly pulling back, as sanity returned. . . I wanted her
to know that I knew who she was. . . "Are you sure?"

Jennifer gave me a smile that seemed to light up the room. Another thing the
little girl got from her mother. "Uhuh," she affirmed, "I really want to."

Oooh. I snuggled down against the child; trying not to flatten her with my
weight; while keeping my prick comfortably ensconced in her warmly squeezing
little hole. "Thanks Jenny," I said. Even if she decided later that it would be
too much, I was eternally grateful for the way she made me feel right now.

I mean, after having one kid, the little girl might decide that having another
would be more pain that it was worth. From her actions, I was NOT worried that
Jenny or any of her sisters would stop. Not at least, until all three were
carrying my babies in their cute little tummies, and probably not even then.
Still, getting pregnant was fun. . . Having babies, was (if you'll pardon the
expression,) a "pain in the snatch." For the girl. For guys, it was all fun;
except for seeing someone you love go through that much pain; just to have your
child.

"Uncle Fred?" prompted Jenny; squeezing my wilting prick with her tight little
cunny, to get my attention.

"Mmmm?" I replied; enjoying the feel of the little girl's body next to mine; all
slippery with my sweat and hers, and smelling deliciously of sweat, cum, and
just plain sex. "What?"

"Promise me you won't stop at just one baby? . . . I want at least three kids,
and I don't want to wait until I'm 'old enough' to get married. Please?"

What could I say? "Well, if you still feel that way, after this one," I
temporized. That would give the little girl a chance to change her mind later. I
love my niece.

"Me too, Uncle Fred," chimed in Marie. "It's not fair if that little twerp gets
all the fun!"

"Who you calling a twerp?"

"Hey! What about me?! Uncle Fred!"

I rolled off Jenny; sliding my half-hard prick out of her with a sucking sound.
"Hold it!" I said. "OK, you guys win. . . I know you guys set me up on this,"
(Here all three girls looked at each other and grinned; confirming my
suspicions.) "But I'll do it. IF," I emphasized, "you each still want to, AND
your mother doesn't mind each time. . . OK? I'm NOT going to force any of you."

The fight stopped as quickly as it had started. It seems that all three girls
DID want me to father children on them, and each one was just scared of losing
out to the other two. . . Amazing.

Now that things had calmed down, it was time to clean up. "Let's go take a
shower," I said; indicating Jenny's cum-drooling crotch, and my red-and-white
streaked prick still showing evidence of having taken two of the little girls'
virginities. "We've got to get cleaned up, and it can be fun together," I
explained; planning on enriching these cute little sluts' knowledge of sex. It
turns out, they were way past me.

"I've got a better way to clean up," said Lisa, suggestively; licking her lips.
My niece looked at her two sisters, and got nods. The next thing I knew, the
three little girls were forcing me gently but firmly back down on the bed. Then
Lisa, as the instigator I guess, bent her cute little face down to my prick, and
started licking it clean.

THAT was amazing enough. What followed was astonishing. Both of her sister
started one on each hand, and started LICKING their way up my arm; cleaning
every drop of sweat off. They did a careful, thorough job. When they reached my
armpits, they each lifted an arm, and licked me there too! I couldn't believe
it. Each girl licked every drop of smelly sweat out of my armpit, until it was
fresh and sweet-smelling, before continuing to my face, and chest, and there
down. Lisa, in the meantime, had cleaned every drop of sperm, sweat, and blood
from her and her sister's virginity, and even licked me under the balls, and
then continued down the legs, on the inside; meeting her sisters coming down the
outside. What an experience! The three girls were giving me a COMPLETE
tongue-bath.

They even licked between my toes! And they continued, until every part of my
feet was clean. When they finished, I was about to get up, when they stopped me,
and motioned to me to "roll over."

"No," I thought, "they wouldn't!" They did.

Retaining their positions, the girls licked every inch of my back and legs. .
Uhuh, EVERY inch. . . Even my asshole. Lisa didn't even flinch, when she spread
my asscheeks, and licked me clean between them; even sticking her tongue in the
hole to clean THAT out. Only when every inch of my body except my hair had been
licked clean, did they stop. God, was that sensual!

I got up, and was starting to reach for my clothes, when luckily, I looked at
the bed. Lisa and Marie were approaching their little sister from each side,
while the little girl had spread her legs in my direction in such an open
invitation, that I knew I would forever spoil my relationship with all three
children if I turned her down. I gulped, and did it.

Cleaning the sperm, sweat, cum, and blood from the little girl's crotch wasn't
as bad as it looked. All essentially non- toxic body-fluids.

When it came to her backside though, I just steeled myself, closed my eyes, and
did it. Yes, I licked her ass clean; and I didn't stint on the job; any more
than Lisa had stinted on me. Remembering what my niece had done, I even stuck my
tongue into Jenny's ass, and cleaned that out. It wasn't NEARLY as bad as I
imagined it might be.

When we finished with Jenny, Lisa lay down on the bed. I started to get between
HER legs, to repeat what I did with her little sister, but Marie got in the way.
"MY turn," she said; motioning me to the right arm of her little sister. She
seemed to be slightly disappointed, that I would want to "hog" the best part.
"Oh," I said, surprised at first, then realizing the etiquette. I made sure to
do as good a job on Jenny's arms and smelly armpit as I had on her big sister's
asshole.

We repeated the process on Lisa; only this time I took the LEFT arm. I had
finally realized that the girls had invited me into something very private and
personal. (You couldn't GET much more personal than this.) Having made love to
each of them, they now felt comfortable enough in my presence to invite me to
share with them what had up-to-then been a private ritual. I learned later, that
even their parents had never even known that the girls took care of each other
this way. If I had refused. . .

Thankfully, I hadn't. In a way, this "cleanup" had been more intimate, and more
like a "marriage" than all the sex I had enjoyed with the three little girls.
But the sex had been the ice-breaker. It wasn't until we HAD sex, that the
little girls trusted me enough to share themselves fully with me. Even their
kinky "sharing" of their bodies and "clean-up." I felt ashamed that I had even
THOUGHT of turning Jenny down.

When we finished with Lisa, and were standing there looking at each other, Marie
looked at me and grinned. "There's one trouble with baths like these," she said
with a twinkle. I grinned back.

"What's that?" chorused Lisa and Jenny. Obviously, they had rehearsed this
question many times before.

"You need a bath, afterwards," said Marie, deadpan.

I couldn't help it; I burst out laughing. She was right. While technically being
"clean," I was now sweaty from licking all three of the girls. (It was hard
work.) AND, saliva is NOT the best cleaning fluid to leave you feeling fresh and
scoured. In fact, while it gets you clean, it leaves you with a slightly sticky
feeling.

We all ended up rolling on the floor in laughter, until Suzy came in and told us
to "go take a bath," which left us laughing even harder.

THIS time, we followed my earlier suggestion of taking a shower together. The
fun three sexy naked little girls can have with their horny uncle in a shower
can't be described. . . It has to be experienced to be appreciated. Suffice to
say, that we only quit when FORCED out, by suddenly cold water, as the water-
heater ran out of hot water. GOD, was that fun! Still giggling, we all went into
breakfast together.

I STILL had a "bone to pick" with my little sister, though. Maybe if we tried,
we could "work things out between us." I still planned on "getting something
straight between us." OH GOD, the humor of the little girls had warped my brain.

The hassles of getting breakfast, getting three sexy little girls off to school,
and her husband off to work, curtailed any chance to brace my sister, until Mike
had pulled out of the driveway, and the last of the three giggling little girls
had climbed on the bus.

Oh my GOD, the clothes kids wear these days. The girls all looked like
invitations to an orgy! No, not just Suzy's kids; ALL the girls. Naked
bellybuttons, skin-tight blue-jeans, mini- skirts and micro-minis, halter and
tube tops, with more skin showing in one bus-load of little girls, than I saw in
the whole time I was in school myself.

My nieces were no exceptions. Only, since they were Suzy's daughters, THEIR
clothes were stylish, clean, and well-fitting, as well as being incredibly sexy.
Short little mini-skirts, with matching panties that almost looked as if they
weren't wearing any. Matching strapless halter-tops that looked like they were
defying gravity barely covered the older two girls' budding young breasts. As
for Jennifer, a one-piece outfit with padding over her almost non-existent
breasts made her look the very image of the "kindersluts" that some rock-music
teenage stars try to create. The dress was so short, that you actually COULD see
the plain white cotton panties, dimpled in front, when she stood up. It was only
sitting down, that she looked demure. I never dreamed that plain white cotton
panties could look so sexy.

The girls all knew it though. Every one of the girls on that bus seemed to exude
sex; seeming to say, "I like to fuck; why don't you try me out?" Only, being an
adult, you knew better. Even TALK to any of those imitation-sluts, and you'd
hear them yelling "Child Molester!" so loud. . .

On the other hand. . . I might be mistaken. . . Last week, I would have said the
same thing would happen, if I even accidentally touched any one of my three
nieces in an intimate spot. Now, I had not only "touched" them, I had FUCKED
each one of the little girls, and all three of them were going off to school
with my sperm wriggling up in their tight little bellies, in search of their
waiting eggs. Not only hadn't they screamed about being molested, but all three
girls were actually HOPING I had knocked each one of them up.

Maybe those girls WEREN'T being just teases. Maybe they WOULD like to fuck, just
as much as their clothes screamed they would. (Sigh.) Sadly, there was no SAFE
way to find out.

Meanwhile, I "had a bone to pick" (Giggle.) with my little slut of a sister.
Luckily, I had Friday off. . . Of course, Suzy had probably figured on THAT too.

"You set me up," I accused Suzy; idly stirring the coffee while looking at her
angrily. After all, she might have given me some warning, or even ASKED me. I
mean, what if I didn't WANT to have children? After all, I'm over 35 years old.
And just because I like to read (and write) sexy stories about little girls
having sex, doesn't mean I wanted to molest my own nieces! Actually, I had never
PLANNED on letting the girls ever find out about me an my proclivity for
young-stuff. At least, not until they were LONG past that age themselves;
preferably comfortably married, so they would know from first-hand experience
that I COULD control my body and emotions. That way, they would feel safe
leaving me around THEIR children.

That Suzy had known about me lusting after her when she was young, but not
putting the "make" on her, I figured was why she had trusted me alone with her
girls up to now; even when she started the "nudist thing" around the house. I
had never offered to even touch her daughters, even when they gave me a rousing
erection; just ignoring it until it went down. It seemed my little slut of a
sister HAD noticed my erection, and so had her slutty little girls. Now, I
wasn't sure if I could ever trust MYSELF, if left alone with a sexy little girl
any more. . . (Of course, the way things looked, I wouldn't be EXPECTED to
"leave the little girl alone." Far from it.)

And it was all my sister's fault.

Suzy didn't say anything, as I poured this all out in her ear; just picking up
the breakfast dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, tidying up the kitchen,
wiping down the table, picking up the towels in the bathroom from where we left
them after that incredible shower, and continuing into her bedroom, where I half
expected her to shut the door in the face of my continuing tirade. Only she
didn't.

Suzy pointedly held open the door to let me follow her, while she picked up some
of her husband's underwear and threw it in the clothes-hamper and finally sat
down on the bed and started to remove her earrings; placing each carefully on
the bedstand.

"And why me?" I asked for the umpteenth time. "You DON'T offer an alcoholic
whiskey! Why did you offer ME, a known pedophile, the chance to boff your poor
innocent little girls?"

This brought a snort from Suzy. Well. . . Maybe she was right. Virginal they may
have been; but my nieces were FAR from innocent.

"Because I knew you would accept," replied my little sister; finally deciding
that I had run down enough to listen to her.

"Huh?" Well, I never SAID I was all that bright.

"Oh Fred, Fred," sighed Suzy; opening her legs, and pulling me between them, so
my head was buried in her bountiful bosom. "You poor man. All your life, you've
been dreaming about getting into some little girl's panties, just like you
should have done to your little sister when she was 10 and you were a horny
teenager of 15."

While speaking, my little sister pulled my face up to meet hers, so I could see
the love in her eyes while she continued. Somehow my prick slid into her
wide-spread hole, with no effort on either of our parts; as if it knew where it
belonged, and needed no directions.

"You've been dreaming about this all your life," My little sister Susan
continued, while rocking her hips slightly, so my prick would slide in the rest
of the way, "and now that you've finally got it; not one, but THREE little girls
letting you inside their hot little panties, you don't know what to do. . . You
poor boy."

"But Susan," I said; now using the name that nobody but mother had used for her
since she got out of her teens, "I took Jenny's virginity! And I'm fairly sure I
got Lisa's too." Both of us seemed to ignore the fact that my prick was sliding
in and out of my little sister's slick wet hole; where it felt like it had
always belonged.

"So, did they complain?" she asked; squeezing my prick almost unconciously.

"No, but. . ."

"But what?" she asked; directing my mouth back down to her now fully-erect
nipples.

"But I came in them!" There! Now maybe she'd understand. I grabbed a beautiful
breast with both hands, to lick it better, while she answered. "So?" she asked.
"Of course you did. That's generally what happens when you fuck somebody," she
continued reasonably. "Sometime this morning, I HOPE you're going to cum in ME,"
she said; looking down at the fat cylinder connecting her to her brother. "Only
I hope it's not TOO soon," she added with a giggle.

Me either.

"My God, Suzy. I could get your little girls pregnant by cumming in them," I
said; jamming my prick up in HER belly, for emphasis. "I mean, Marie may be on
the pill, like you said last night, but for sure Jenny and Lisa aren't!"

"I never said Marie was on the pill," corrected Suzy; confirming my earlier
suspicions. "I said it was OK to cum in her. . . And it was. Did she mind?"

"No, but," I started.

"No 'Buts,'" she teased me. "That's what matters; if she minded. All three girls
know what happens when a man squirts his sperm inside a girl who's having
periods. . . She gets pregnant. Isn't that the whole idea of squirting your cum
inside a girl?" she asked; looking pointedly down at where my prick was about to
do just that. Looking me straight in the eye afterwards, somehow I KNEW Suzy was
telling me that SHE was not on the pill, just like her little girls.

"But Mike. . ." I raised one last frantic objection. I didn't want to hurt my
best-friend, and the man I knew Suzy loved more than she could ever love me, or
anybody else. SOMEHOW, I would have to pull out, but I didn't know how. At
least, if I DID accidentally squirt inside my little sister, the chances were
that any kids she had would be his. I had watched them fuck at least once the
previous night, and my little sister hadn't acted all that horny this morning;
even though she just HAD to know that all three of her little girls had been
screwed royally the previous night, by her own horny big brother. Ergo, my
brother- in-law had been treating my little sister right. Of course, I always
knew he did. Mike was almost as horny as I was, and loved my little sister
almost as much as I do.

"Don't worry about Mike," soothed Suzy. "He had a vasectomy about three years
ago. That's why we both want YOU to help me this time. Please?" Oh shit. Mike. .
. Suzy. . . WANTD me to "help" her get pregnant? As I said, "Oh shit." I could
no more stop the coming eruption, than I could tell Suzy I didn't like the idea.
I did. . . far too much. Still, that didn't stop me. If both my sister AND her
husband wanted me to impregnate her, then I wasn't about to say, "No." I did it.
I squirted my sperm in my own little sister; just like I had dreamed about for
so many years. Running through the back of my mind, was a comment one of my
nieces had made the night before, about her mother expecting me to father four
or five kids my little sister. At the time, I had dismissed it as just part of
the wet-dream seduction.

Oh shit. I did it again; squirting yet another thick glob of incestuous cum in
my little sister's belly; as if I could do the job of keeping her pregnant for
the next five years, all in one big squirt. I was finally realizing my dream of
not only fucking my little sister, but doing my best to get her pregnant. Not
only that, but both she AND her husband seemed to want me to? I HAD to talk to
Mike. If for no other reason, than to thank him for trusting me with the woman
he loved most in the world. AND for loving my sister enough to let her do this.
I wondered HOW I was ever going to be able to repay this debt. Knowing Mike
though, HE would be thanking me. If I was a girl, I think I'd fight my sister
for the chance to marry the lug.

Finally we pulled apart. Suzy looked down at the white drop oozing from the tip
of my prick; matching the white goo dribbling onto the rug from her furry little
snatch. "Thanks, Big Brother," she said, looking at me with a smirk on her face,
"I hope I'm pregnant now."

I grabbed a pillow and swatted her. That line came from page-3 of the first
story she ever admitted knowing was mine.

Suzy giggled; grabbed the other pillow; and swatted me back. By the time we
recovered our senses, the room was strewn with feathers, and the furry mattress
streaked with obscene streaks of half-dried cum. What a mess. Suzy just grinned
when I pointed this out to her; threw the bedspread in the laundry; the tattered
pillow in the trash, and helped me pick up most of the scattered feathers,
before vacuuming the remainder up. "No problem," she said, with a smirk. this
almost started us up all over again. . . ("The kids in the Basement", page-15,
paragraph-4.) I LIKE my little sister. . . She's a pervert. . . MY kind of
pervert.

Since Suzy had made dinner last night, and breakfast for me this morning, I
invited her out to lunch. I am NOT poor. No, I'm not as rich as Mike and Suzy,
but I do OK. Software is a fairly good paying business, IF you're any good at
it. While I don't make as much money as Bill Gates (Who else does?) and I don't
own any high-buck software-houses, I DO get paid pretty well for what I do. I
have a house, Mercedes, boat, three cats and a dog, all paid for, and a fair
amount stuffed away in a retirement account. I've been told I would be a pretty
good catch for some girl to marry, (Always by married women) but I never seem to
meet any that are bright enough that I would have, but still dumb enough to have
me. (Well, how man girls do YOU know who are bright enough to discuss politics,
quantum theory, sex, baseball, and the internet, and yet would put up with an
admitted pedophile, and writer-of-porn involving little girls who like to have
sex? Not many, huh?)

Over coffee afterwards, Suzy explained everything. Now that I had "started the
job," my sister figured I wouldn't back out now until it was finished. My little
sister knows me all too well. Now that I had left at least ONE good squirt of my
seed in all three of her daughter's tight little cunnies, and another good
squirt or two in hers, Suzy figured I would at least stick around long enough to
see that they were all either properly knocked up, or that I had "Mr.
Completely" on all four counts. She was right. No WAY could I quit until I saw
all four flat little tummies bulging with my baby growing inside each one. Now
that I KNEW they wanted me to, the only way I would quit screwing the little
girls, was if the sheriff came and physically pulled me off them. Suzy too, if
SHE was willing.

Knowing this, my slutty little sister decided I deserved to know the whole
story. Well! It was about TIME someone clued me in on what was going on. I told
Suzy this, and she giggled. We must have talked for almost two solid hours in
the corner of that coffee-shop. Following, is the gist of what she told me:

"It all started about 4 years ago, when Mike first got hired at
Phenotype-Systems Inc.; before the big stock-split, and the management
changeover. For the first time we started getting enough money to do more than
just enough to feed us and the kids, and pay the bills. Not enough that we
figured we could afford MORE kids, but enough to feel fairly comfortable.

One of the perks of Mike's new job as Sales-Manager, was a computer. He got to
like it so well, and used it so much, that he managed to convince
upper-management that it would pay for them to have him connected at home, as
well as at work. . . Just like his cellular-phone. Well, it did pay. In fact, it
paid so well, that his boss GAVE him the computer as a bonus that Christmas.
They also paid for the big disk-drive, and the high- speed modem, to allow him
to 'connect' to work and elsewhere.

Well, being a computer-junkie yourself, you can imagine what came next. ."

(Here I had a quiet giggle.)

"Yep. . . the internet, and Usenet, and IRC, and lord knows what all else. For
about a month, I was almost a 'computer widow' until Mike got tired of sitting
down there chatting and reading sex-stories, and 'networking' while a sexy young
wife got all horny upstairs. Yeah, reading sex-stories. I didn't learn about
THAT, until later.

Anyway, just about the time Mike started getting bored with the computer, the
kids discovered it. Particularly Marie. When she found she could pull in various
games, 'off the net' for nothing more than the time it took to download, well
she was hooked. Within a month, she had rigged up her own web-page, with links
to more free software from all over the world. Then she got on IRC, where one of
the horny old men who browse there, tried to 'meat' her. (Giggle.) All he really
accomplished, was to tell her about the alt.sex stuff on Usenet. Uhuh.

Well, the first Mike and I heard about this, was one night when Marie-Ann came
into our bedroom stark-naked one night, and proceeded to climb into bed with the
two of us, as if she did it all the time. She seemed to expect Mike to just
snuggle up to her, and fuck her with me there, and not think a thing about it.

OH? You've heard that story? Really?

(Sorry, I'm being sarcastic.)

Yep. . . 'Martha's Little girl'. Marie had been reading a whole set of stories
like that, that someone named 'Fred Flintstone' had been posting. (Really, Fred.
. . 'Fred,' I can understand, but 'Flintstone?' Who was your partner in crime?
Barney Rubble? OOOh! You're Kidding! He WAS named Barny? That's RICH.) Anyway,
this 'letter' she got from the net purported to be a girl telling how she got
her father to 'teach her about sex,' by crawling into bed between her parents,
where her mother slipped her husband's big prick up inside her little girl, so
the kid could 'learn how to make a baby, and help her mother.' Such garbage, but
the kid fell for it. Well, so did Marie. She thought this happened to a REAL
girl, and from this and a few other stories (She learned quickly to avoid
stories labeled SM, NC, snuff, and TG.) the kid began to think that almost ALL
women were just dying to see their little girls get fucked by their husbands,
while most men were wishing they could fuck their own daughters, but were scared
to. So, Marie decided to make it easy for both of us. She wasn't scared of
getting pregnant; not having periods yet; so she figured that we could all have
some fun, and she could make her poor daddy feel good.

(The stories all made it sound like the poor man was suffering so badly; not
being able to stick his prick up inside his little girl.) What a bunch of hokey.
Very sexy hokey; but hokey, nonetheless.

Anyway, we finally figured all this out, and corrected our daughter's
misconceptions. Mike was NOT achingly horny; just waiting to slip his thick
prick up in his little girl's belly, and fill her full of baby-juice. In fact,
he'd never even thought about it before.

Marie was disappointed. Didn't Daddy LIKE her? Was she ugly or something? All
these OTHER girls had fathers who loved THEM. Why didn't Daddy love HER, enough
to make a baby in her, like all the other girls? (I must say Fred, that in
writing a story you make even Mike look like a piker when it comes to selling
things. I always thought that Mike could sell ice-cubes to an Eskimo, but you
could sell the poor guy his own igloo, and make him think he was getting a
bargain.)

By the time we finished convincing Marie that her father not only loved her,
loved me, and that we did NOT think she was ugly, somehow we found that we had
promised that Mike would fuck her. Just once, so she could feel what it was
like, but the real thing. Uhuh. I think we were as naive as Marie was.

Well, you don't need a diagram drawn to figure out what happened after that, do
you? Uhuh. It didn't stop at 'just once.' Once Marie found out how good it felt
to have a man really make love to her (Mike did it up brown, the first time.)
she kept coming back, to feel it 'Just once more, Mommy.' And Mike could no more
deny her, once he'd felt her tight little slit squeezing the cum out of his
prick, than he could hurt her in any other way. That was the problem, you see.

We both knew that Marie was too young to appreciate the way she was getting
hooked on sex with her father. But making her stop, would hurt her even worse.
So we continued. After a while, we didn't feel so guilty about it, as Marie
seemed to enjoy it so much, and nothing bad ever seemed to happen. Once we got
over the shock of a man screwing his own daughter that is. Well, That may have
been the first story, but it wasn't the last. Marie liked pretending that she
was the little girl in 'Martha's Little Girl' so much, that she kept an eye out
for other stories by the same author. . . Now that she knew they were stories.

Next came 'Daddy's Little Girls' and Marie acted out all three parts, (Once we
convinced her it would NOT be a good idea for her 6 and 7 year old little
sisters to get involved. Mike was just too big.) Within a year, we had acted out
ALL of the stories we could find by 'Fred Flintstone'. Uhuh, ALL of them.

It was about a year later, that Marie had her first period. Yep. And she would
NOT go on the pill; insisting that she wasn't going to 'cheat' Mike out of
making a baby in her. Still, 10 years old? We couldn't do it. Besides, with the
sudden downturn in the economy we couldn't afford another child in the house. We
couldn't stop having sex either. . . So Mike got a vasectomy.

Marie was a little disappointed, but not too much. She had read a lot by now
about having babies, and how it hurt. Still, she had been willing to do it for
her father. When Mike decided HE wasn't going to father a child on his own
daughter, she accepted it. It was nice for another reason too. . . I could go
off the pill. So I did.

Then, about two years ago, 'Fred Flintstone' left his email address on the web,
and Marie recognized it. That was the first time I ever realized my big brother
had been having horny fantasies about me, ever since before I was even a
teenager. Sometimes I almost wish he had let me know. For sure, I would never
have turned him down. . . Even if I had gotten pregnant. But it's probably
better not. Our parents would NEVER have understood their little girl having a
baby by her own big brother. (Sigh.)

So that was when I confronted you with the story.

Which pretty much brings us up to about six months ago. Then, first Jenny and
then Lisa started having periods.

Next, Mike ended up in the big stock-deal, where with his stock-options and
other things, he managed to acquire almost a third of the voting-stock, and ALL
of the confidence of the Board-of-Directors. As CEO, his income is now high
enough that we can afford all the kids we ever wanted. And we had wanted a LOT,
when we were younger. With Marie to help, maybe we could make up for lost time.
Even the younger kids might help out.

So, we started leaving the stories around where Jenny and Lisa would find them.
At the same time, I started the 'nudist' thing, so the girls would be used to
seeing each other and their father naked. We never planned on ever asking the
kids to have sex. We thought that they would come around asking US, just like
Marie had. . . Only nothing worked out as planned.

First, and worst, Mike's vasectomy turned out to be irreversible. Scarring of
the tubes, or something like that. Second, (Giggle.) the girls didn't get all
horny for their father, from reading your sex-stories, they got all horny for
the author! Something about just knowing somebody who writes all loving stories
like that just got the little girls all creamy in the snatch. When I told Mike
how our plans had all been ruined, he laughed! Now I know why Mike is such a
great salesman, that other people are always asking his advice on how to do
things. He sees things from an angle that other people don't.

Like a book I read about, called the 'Consultant's Handbook' where the essence
of consulting is using somebody else's watch to tell them what time it is. Mike
pointed out that if we just got you properly IN the family (Tee Hee.) that our
problems would all go away. You would not only get to finally fuck your little
sister, like you had dreamed about for years, and properly knock her up too, but
you would also realize your pedophile's wet-dream of fucking not one, but THREE
little girls who were not only willing, but EAGER to have you plant a baby in
their tight little bellies.

WE on the other hand, would get the children we wanted. (Mike says if the kids
can't be his, at least they're mine and partly his through the girls. Besides,
he'd rather have YOU knock the kids up, than have them go out with some punk kid
who'd get them on drugs and we'd possibly never find out who the father was. He
likes you, Fred.)

And me? I would finally get to feel my own handsome big brother's babies growing
in my tummy; like I've been dreaming about ever since I read, 'Big Brother's
Little Sister' Mike says it will be worth it to have you knock me up, as long as
you give him lots of grandchildren too. What do you say, 'Big Brother?' Want to
give your 'Little Sister' a big belly? I thought so."

Well, I could bore you with what happened after that. (OK, so reading about me
screwing my little sister and three nieces; leaving great gobs of incestuous
sperm making babies in their tight little tummies is the very reason you're
reading this.) But I won't. (All together now, "AAAaaawwW!") I'm tired, and I
need my sleep. Wouldn't YOU be tired, after knocking up your little sister, and
her three daughters in one week-long marathon of almost non-stop fucking, where
the only time you got to rest, was when your prick got so limp from squirting
sperm in your nieces sucking young wombs, that it wouldn't rise when all three
little girls combined to give you a blow-job that would make a pedophile's
wet-dream look pale and stale? God, there's NOTHING like squirting your white
sticky sperm up in the tight little tube of a pre-teenaged girl who not only
wants to fuck, but wants YOU to teach her how to make a baby, and there's
actually a good chance you might be doing just that.

Unless it's doing the same thing, all night long, with the little girl's fertile
young mother, who just happens to be your own sexy little pervert of a sister.
Now THERE is a pedophile's dream of heaven. Your sexy little sister with a big
belly by you, AND her three underaged daughters in the same condition; with all
four girls happy about it. Now THAT is sexy. Damn. I need a little girl to fuck.
How about you, Jennifer? Want to get pregnant by your own uncle?

It's a deal.

 

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